I am driving up 85 in the
  Kind of morning that lasts all afternoon
  just stuck inside the gloom
  4 more exits to my apartment but
  I am tempted to keep the car in drive
  And leave it all behind
  
  Cause I wonder sometimes
  About the outcome
  Of a still verdictless life
  
  Am I living it right?
  Am I living it right?
  Am I living it right?
  Why Georgia, why?
  
  I rent a room and I fill the spaces with
  Wood in places to make it feel like home
  But all I feel's alone
  It might be a quarter life crisis
  Or just the stirring in my soul
  
  Either way I wonder sometimes
  About the outcome
  Of a still verdictless life
  
  Am I living it right?
  Am I living it right?
  Am I living it right?
  Why Georgia, why?
  
  So what, so I've got a smile on
  But it's hiding the quiet superstitions in my head
  Don't believe me
  When I say I've got it down
  
  Everybody is just a stranger but
  That's the danger in going my own way
  I guess it's the price I have to pay
  Still "everything happens for a reason"
  Is no reason not to ask myself
  
  If I am living it right
  Am I living it right?
  Am I living it right?
  Why Georgia, why?